Wonder Woman, having just been stripped of her costume, was led along by the guards, completely naked save for the power-dampening collar and the chains that bound her.
With her hands now shackled behind her, she was unable to cover herself as she was paraded back through the courtyard. The other prisoners took great pleasure at the sight of the humiliated and naked heroine.
“Nice melons, Wondy!”
“Ha, so they are real after all!”
“How’s it feel to be just another bitch behind bars?!”
“Not so high and mighty now, are ya bitch?!”
The lead guard smiled, “Your adoring public.”
Wonder Woman didn’t respond, merely gazing back with as defiant a glare as she could muster.
“Now it’s time for your bath, Prisoner 6969,” the guard chuckled, “Gotta make sure you’re not bringing any germs into our facility.”
Wonder Woman’s defiance faded away, replaced with nervousness. “Please,” she begged, her composure cracking after the horrendous ordeal she’d just endured, “you don’t need to do this!”
“Oh, but we do,” the guard smiled back menacingly, “Its standard procedure for all new inmates.”
The guards led her to a concrete shed to the side of the main prison building prison.
Here, she was dragged to the center of the room and made to stand over a large drain.
A chain dangled from the wall and was locked to her wrist shackles.
“W-What are you doing?” Wonder Woman asked. She’d expected to be allowed to wash herself.
“Giving you a bath, of course,” the guard smirked, picking up a water hose and taking aim.
“Wait, wha-Aahhhhhhh!“ Her protest was cut off as the blast of ice cold water from the hose slammed into her body.
“Soap her up,” the lead guard ordered. Another guard produced a spray canister filled with liquid soap and squirted it on Wonder Woman.
“Scrub her down,” came the next order. The guards produced bristle brushes and proceed to scrub the soap into her skin.
The rough bristles rubbed her skin raw. The guards spent extra time scrubbing her breasts and pelvic region.
“Stop, please stop! Aahhh!” she cried out in pain as her sex was rubbed by the rough bristles.
The guards merely laughed.
A final blast from the hose washed away any remaining suds.
Her ordeal wasn’t over yet as the guards produced another spray canister.
“This is delousing spray, Prisoner 6969,” the lead guard said, “It’ll get rid of any bugs or lice hiding on you.”
Normally, Wonder Woman would be incensed that this man was implying she had lice or any other foul parasites on her, but after the humiliating strip search and hose down her only concern was her torture wasn’t over yet.
Her plea fell on death ears as the guards proceeded to spray her down with the delousing chemicals.
The chemicals had a pungent smell that made her gag and they were caustic, stinging her skin.
“Please, stop!” she begged.
“Not done yet,” the guard spraying her replied as he maneuvered behind her and positioned the nozzle right before the crack of her butt.
“Nooo-AHHH!” she cried out as the stinging chemicals flooded her cleft.
Satisfied, the guards unlocked the chain holding her place, though they left her wrist and ankle shackles on.
The guard grabbed her by the shoulders and had to drag her out of the shed.
“Quit dragging your feet!” the lead guard smacked her again with the stun baton.
Wonder Woman yelped in pain once more and hurriedly began to walk on her own, still in the grip of the guards and limited by her shackles.